A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Simple, It's Just Life

We've all been through thick.

We've all been through thin.

We've all been to the

pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai

 

har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai

roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata

To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitu

Sometimes I Get Lonely

Sometimes I get lonely

Instagram, Twitter, Facebook

Always connecting but not con

Brown Eyes

I've always used words to describe him

In my mind.

I guess that's why I've found

KATTAR LAGAYE BAITHE HAIN

Bas chalta ja tu sahi dagar,

Or peeche kabhi na mudna tu.

Jab pahuchega tu manzil

MAA KI PARIBHASHA

हम एक शब्द हैं तो वह पूरी भाषा है

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Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

Intjar Karna Padta Hain

 

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

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